Camping in Colorado

Staring at the mountains in the distance, surrounded by the crisp feel of fall in Colorado takes me back to when my dad would wake us up at 4am to head out on a road trip from Houston, to Estes Park... almost every summer growing up. I remember, half asleep as I may have been, crawling up onto the bed over the cab in the Born Free camper attached to the '72 Ford pickup... cranking the window open on the side, curling up in a throw... a sleeping bag would come into play as we moved more north, b/c Texas heat is HOT... and the hot air coming in through the window was just that... hot air... then I prepared for the long haul to the mountains. My dad was so excited, which in turn, made me happy to wake up in the middle of the night.... and walk out to the camper... Usually, both of my grandmothers were traveling with us, which we were very fortunate that they got along so well... Many memories to be made... have been made, and will forever be in my heart.

I wish there was a way to convert my memory to digital video. They haven't thought of that yet, but that would be so cool... then I could see and hear my dad every day... with actual audio and video, instead of replaying it in my head.

I think the photo album (or slide box) is full of photos from our trips to Colorado, and some other places as well... 90% of them are of us, all or individual, posing in some scenic picture... There are SO MANY landscape photos that tend to blend... but... at the time, it was beautiful.

So, being up here reminds me of my dad, especially staying with my mother... and lets me appreciate more the nature that God has given us, breath fresh, mountain air... I feel as though I'll be better when I leave to go back home.